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Slow steps on a wet, sandy beach Dodging the light where the cold moon doesn't reach. Too far apart, a heavy heart.
Empty footprints filled with water, the sea foam lingers, Collar pulled up around the neck to protect from icy wind fingers Waves break, a heart aches.
Unseeing, not uncaring eyes smoothly trace the cliff While
mind races over absence: cold, deep drift. Confusion,
disillusion.
Sitting
on an uncomfortable rock -- a martyr's dream, Shivering, chattering teeth conceal an inner scream. Who's gone now? Too long now.
Cruel words, fool deeds at a friendship tore Hot anger hot blame as cold waves wash ashore. Self-contemplation, self-damnation.
Uncalculated step, a slip, body's wet, soon dry, Fixing misplaced words not as easy a try. Talk away your fears; listening, open ears.
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